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Gwin stood on dry land, but she was soaked through. The last bit of warmth she’d had was about an hour ago when Lance had lifted her out of the dingy, wrapped her in a dry blanket, and sat her down on a private pier in the docks. The sun rose higher in the new day’s sky as she watched the ferry filled with petrified men coming closer and closer.
Arthur was onboard the tugboat that pulled their boat from the water. Percy had returned with a crane to get the boulders out of the sinking ship. Tristan pulled up with a few of the town’s witches. The women set about casting an illusion spell to keep the nosy humans away while Lance backed a semi-truck into the parking lot that they would use to load the Stone Templars onto and take them all to Camelot to determine what to do next.
Gwin too
